She reached over and cupped both his testicles in her left hand, holding her nylon glovewhip in the other. "Now, this time Mr.P., put your hands in b...ack of your head. Grip your fingers tightly. If I were a commercial domme I'd have you in restraints, but I hope it won't be necessary. I'm going to start lightly. Being a sub, youv'e been penis whipped before?" He nodded, lying. Still, loving the feel of her hand cupping and squeezing his balls, being in her power, his erection rampant in. The colours and sharpness of detail I could see and hearwas awesome. Of course the helmet had something to do with that, it hadbeen specially designed.I pulled up beside a car on the passenger side at a red light. As Iwaited for the light to change I glanced inside the car. There was aman with light brown hair and a moustache looking at the driver. When Ilooked to the driver I realised it was a terrified woman, I looked downto where the man had his hands folded next to the woman's side.. She loved the way Malik tasted and was convinced she’d be able to live off just his rich come if given the opportunity. She shivered at the thought and sucked her cheeks tighter, swallowing and drawing his fuck-stick deeper her mouth. Like a snake engulfing its prey, Lauren stretched her jaws and flattened her tongue as her throat opened to accept her lover. Malik grabbed her ponytail and pressed her mouth down further, occasionally lifting her throat so that she could get a quick gulp of air. "Tina, I am a male escort. A gigolo. Women pay me to have sex with them. My ladyfriends call me up when they are feeling down or neglected, and I come over and make them feel better–make them feel they are important, that they matter."And yes, I take care of their sexual needs, too. But mostly, these women need validation. For whatever reason, they feel that they have been dismissed and ignored–that they are just decorations and their opinions, ideas, feelings, and needs are of no consequence..